Death x Rin Okumura

Chapter 1: The longest drive.

' '~Death's P.O.V.~

My heart sank at the words my mother spoke, my eyes, glossy, my nose was so suddenly stuffed, and I started to cry. Though... I don't know why I was reacting this way, moving to a new house can't be  that bad, right?
Before thinking, I grabbed my mom's arm, "Mom, please, don't do this... All my friends are here! I don't want to leave! You know how long it took before they finally liked me..." my voice was hoarse and strange on account of my stuffy nose, as well as the tears that  streamed down my face. In response my mother looked at me as if she'd seen a stray dog! Allow me to point out... she hates dogs. "Now Desu, please, don't make this any harder than it is. Your father wants to train to be an expert exorcist, and master priest, so that is what he's going to do. Nothing more to say." I frowned at her, fangs clashing together with a clamp,  "My name is Death," my response was heated, full of disgust and anger, "I told you that I hate the name Desu!" I paused. "It's stupid.." I whispered. With a roll of her eyes, she brushed my hateful statement aside and went on to grab her bags, lying them in the back of our large car.
My dad put his arm around my shoulders and chuckled, "She's just stressed, let her cool off during the drive before you go complaining." I frowned and leaned into his hand on my left shoulder, "She doesn't have to be such a jerk because of it." A small growl followed before my father spoke. "Des..es.. ss.. I mean... Death. Please don't be like that," he retracted his arm. "Besides," he picked me up in his arms by my waist, my legs dangling and kicking, "It'll be fun! You get to take an exorcism class too!" I stopped kicking, and looked at him, my mouth agap in awe, "You're kidding. Please tell me you're joking!" He smiled at me and chuckled, "Nope... b.. bu.. but, don't worry, your teacher, Mr. Yukio, knows that you're just coming into the class because I'm in the advanced class. You won't have to do anything crazy." I sighed, giving him a small kick to the leg, "Fine. For you, dad, anything." He gave a big smile and squeezed me, "See! That's the spirit!" With that he placed me in front of the car, and opened the door for me. I have a small silly curtsy, "Why thank you kind sir!" I giggled out and stepped in. He gave a big goofy grin, "Of course, ma'am."
Within minutes, we were off. I looked back and waved goodbye to my childhood home, my eyes welling up again. This truly will be the longest drive in my life.

//Time Skip: 37 mins brought to you by~ Cats!\\

   I gazed out the window at all the passing trees. The blurring red and orange led my mind to go wandering through my memories. I closed my eyes as I remembered my name, my real name, 'Desu.' I could still vaguely remember the day I got my name. The day I said the word deck, I believe. I was about a year old, my mother still hadn't decided on a name. We were in the living room, and due to me growing a bit faster than normal human kids, my dad was showing me a deck of cards, attempting to have me say something. I was never really big on speaking. I remember, he held up a red queen of hearts and whispered to me, "This is the queen. She rules the deck," motioning to my mother across the way in the dining room. I looked to her, and thought he was asking me to call her over. I thought of what he said and that's when I said deck. My mom ran in a few moments later, and I assumed it was I who had summoned her. So, being a very influential child, I shouted 'deck' over and over. She did something next... I don't quite remember much after that. Though I remember they both sat down and began thinking about editing the word deck to fit me. It only took an hour for the word desu to come up and they both gasped. I think I remember them seeing a TV show or something with a character named that.
Coming back from the fading memory, I opened my eyes and frowned with my sharp teeth showing to the window. I took notice of my reflection, and in trying to close my open mouth I let out a weak,  depressed sigh. My father glanced at me through the rear-view mirror, only for a moment, before turning  his attention back to the road. "What's bugging you, sweetheart?" he questioned in a quiet tone. I turned to him, his thumb motioning to mom, who was sleeping in the passenger seat, quietly humming with every breath. I kept quiet,  so I wouldn't wake her. I kept my voice at a low whisper, "I just really don't want to have to make friends again. You remember what happened in middle school, don't you?" It came out as more as a whimper than a whisper. The laughs of boys and girls, as well as my screams for mercy ripped through my once quiet mind, the crying of me on the school's bathroom floor, I started to quiver, but thanks to my dad I was snapped back to reality. "Sweety-pie," he gave me a sad smile through the rear-view mirror, "of course I remember, I stood over you for weeks after that to be sure you were okay! However, that was a long time ago. You're much smarter and stronger now." I gave a small warm smile, "Whatever you say, dad." I waited a moment before turning back to the window, maybe he was right.

//Boring Time Skip: 3-4 hours brought to you by~ Ramen Noodles\\

I was awoken by a beeping noise and a slight shaking motion, "What?" I whispered with a hazy, sleep-stricken voice. I perked at my dad's laughter, and realized he had pulled me from the car, and was holding me like a small child, "Rise and shine sleeping beauty, we're at our new house!" My eyes shot open, bloodshot and confused, at the word 'house.' I looked before me, and where our old home would have been, there sat a giant two story home.
It was very new and white, the outside paint somewhat shiny. The walls seemed to be made out of nothing but wood panels and siding! Though the door, the door was a very glossy dark wood, eccentric and expensive-looking. While the windows, for contrast, they looked shattered. Though I realized, they weren't! It was just a cool design!
With a new found excitement I wiggled in my father's grasp. "Dad! Pu'me down! I wanna explore the house!" I cried to him, kicking my feet a bit. He chuckled and set me down, my back against the chilled sidewalk. "Better?" A sly smile creeped onto his face, his hand quickly covering it, attempting to cover his laugh. I growled playfully at him, glaring for a moment before jumping up and smacking him gently on the shoulder. He winced away as though I had stabbed him, and made a loud hissing noise, "Hsh! Ah, that hurt!," he pouted. I rolled my eyes, "Sure it did."
My mother walked around the car, all our bags in or under her arms, I started to hope she would carry them in for us, but it was quickly crushed when she  dropped them all in front of me and my dad. Then, with a sigh of frustration, she hurried inside.
After me and my father brought all the dropped bags into the foyer, I ran up to what would be my bedroom. I had such a big, beautiful room! The walls were completely white with hints of blue around the curtains. The curtains themselves, were a baby blue. It was decorated with a dark wood dresser, equipped with a huge mirror, and a dark bed covered in white bedding. A small side table sat beside. After snooping around for a bit, I quickly realized I hadn't used the restroom since we left! I swerved around my bed, nearly tripping on the carpet beneath it, and made my way over to my connected bathroom.
   My bottom jaw fell to the floor as I admired it's beauty. Just inside, there was a standing sink with a circular mirror hanging above. To the left was a large abstract painting, the gargantuan bath resting beneath. Twisting my head to the side I noticed the tall shower. Glass sides shaped the tiles to look almost the size of shed. Turning once again I took notice of the small door in the back. The toilet. I opened it up, not expecting much, and was met with just that. Not much. Inside was a normal white toilet, a shelf for tissue paper, and a trash can. I nodded, and shut the door.
I sat on my bed, hoping something fun would happen, though really, nothing remotely cool happened. I rolled over, knocking whatever of the pillows were left on the bed, onto the pile of soft that was now the same height as the tall bed. I smirked, my childish mindset showing itself, and rolled off the bed onto the pillows. My tiny body seemed to melt into the soft cushions, like butter on hot food. I started to doze off. Just before my consciousness left me, a thought grazed through my mind, 'Maybe, living here won't be so bad..'

A/N:
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Love~ Author-chan